Englishman In New York [discontinued]

SOMNIUM

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SOMNIUM

d r e a m

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        DRACO walked across the wasteland carefully, his wand lit and poised to attack if need be.

        "Hello?" he gingerly stepped over the broken body of a person he might have once known, now too bloodied and gashed for him to stomach looking at.

        The Dark Lord's figure rose from the misty gloom, staring down at his thin frame imperiously.

        Draco quickly pocketed his wand, "I'm sorry my Lord, I-I meant nothing of it. Ple-"

        He was silenced- not by a wave of the hand, but a wand.

        "It is no matter. I have other affairs to tend to, that are more important than an idiotic boy of seventeen."

        With another wave, he was dismissed and stumbled away, acutely aware of the desolate surroundings decorated with bodies that he did his best to avoid treading upon.

        He was suddenly reminded of the bone chilling embrace he had been given not long ago, as the mist soaked his bloodied cloak.

        From the distance, he heard a faint cry, one of pain. One of agony. One of his mother's.

        "Mother!" he bellowed breaking into a sprint, all pretence of acting indifferent vanishing.

        He turned round the corner only to find his father standing with the Dark Lord, disappointment in his eyes.

        "The boy was unable to handle the task set for him, and then this?" the Dark Lord gave a smug smile -a look remarkably close to that of a predator readying their attack. "He loves, and is unable to let go of his mother. There is much potential for him to be corrupted."

        "Then I suggest we remove that potential my Lord," was the response.

        His mother stepped into existence, "It would be an honor, my Lord."

        Bellatrix was beside her eagerly awaiting her turn, her crazed expression eliciting a shudder from Draco.

        A green flash broke through Draco's mind -a spell he knew all too well- and he sat up in a cold sweat.

        Storming over to his closet to see that his cloak was as dirty from a spell as it was yesterday, he let out a quiet mutter of thanks and sank to the floor.

        It was just a dream.

        Just a dream.

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        After a fitful night's sleep, Draco quickly readied himself for the monotone day that was surely ahead of him.

        In his training to be an auror many insulted him, but none could deny that he worked hardest; was almost on par with the-boy-who-lived in terms of handling tasks while under duress, and was most willing to go into dangerous situations- first if need be.

        Unfortunately, they were neither willing to have him, nor inclusive, and he doubted that they would've let him join their elite faction if not for the comments Potter had made about him and his mother being the bravest people he ever had the pleasure of meeting. Thank Merlin for the-boy-who-lived he supposed.

        He stepped down the stairs towards the dark first floor, not bothering to take care to walk in the appropriate fashion, as it had already been ingrained in him at a young age.

        "Good morning Mother." Narcissa gave a curt nod in reply. "May I have some tea?"

        "Of course Draco."

        From there on, there was to be silence as he sipped. Unfortunately, today, there was not.

        "What have you planned today?"

        "What do you have in mind?" he replied with polite disinterest.

        Narcissa set her demitasse down, "I have arranged for you to meet Pansy."

        He lifted his head immediately, "What?"

        "Do not take that tone with me Draco," Narcissa said primly.

        "I have told you time and time again, I wish to marry Astoria. Withdraw your proposition."

        "You know I disapprove of her, as does Lucius, and that is why you claim to have taken her hand in marriage. Have we not cared for you? Nurtured you? Loved you?" Narcissa's eyes glinted with unshed tears, but Draco's memory of Astoria's loving nature prevailed.

        He gave a bitter chuckle, "Yet you also invited the Dark Lord into our home, and allowed him to degrade us, to make us filth -in the eyes of both Death Eaters and the common folk alike."

        "We told you of our reasoning behind the notion and still you resent us?" Narcissa cried out. "We only wished for what was best for you."

        "Excuses."

        She stood ramrod straight; an imposing figure even with her height, and glared down upon him, "What you want is not best for you. No matter how pure her blood is, I will never accept Astoria as a Malfoy -no matter what you do."

        "Very well," Draco rose in a mockingly respectful manner. "It appears that the Malfoy line will die with you and Father, as I will have no part in the family if I -Merlin forbid- marry an outsider."

          Narcissa's eyes widened, lips parted in shock as she lurched towards his departing form, "No, Draco!

         Draco gave her a cold stare, before once more turning to withdraw, "I formally retract my claim to the Malfoy wealth. Expect to see my key to the vaults by tomorrow."

         Waving a dismissive hand and reveling in his newfound freedom, he left the dreary room.

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YASS YOU GO DRACO MY QUEEN

SLAYYY

jk no, but I love Draco.

STAND UP FOR YOURSELF

ok peeps, expect some more ACTION later.

i'm doing my best to keep things relative because I want the timelines to at least slightly match up, so do expect some weird [or 'old'] things going on at whichever camp Draco ends up at ok? thanks my dudes!

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